Birthday:September 25th 1993Likes:Napping in the sunshinePet-Peeves:Being bugged by the other dogsFavorite Toy:Rawhide chewiesFavorite Food:Steak & chicken, but she would eat anything, even veggiesFavorite Walk:Anywhere with interesting smellsBest Tricks:Not a big fan of tricksArrival Story:An ex-boyfriend gave me Cassidy as a birthday present in 1993. The dog was much more beloved than the dude ever could have been, and the relationship lasted far longer :)Bio:Cassie was a good, sweet dog who was remarkable for her loyalty and tenacity. She was the first of my GSDs named after my favorite Grateful Dead songs. The night she was born, I was actually at a Grateful Dead show in Boston!Forums Motto:There's no friend like an old friend.

But it's a GOOD routine!

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

1. A few years back I rode cross-country with mom on old Route 66. I got loose and ran amok in downtown Rolla, Missouri. My favorite place on the road was Adrian, Texas (the halfway point) because the lady at the town's only restaurant gave me water & a taste of apple pie, and let me sit in the shade of the only tree for a hundred miles in either direction!

2. I once pushed mom (who was on rollerblades) off a second story deck.

3. When I first met daddy, I hated him and bit his ankles whenever he walked by. Luckily, he grew on me, and now I love him love him LOVE HIM!

4. I do not like to be confined whatsoever. Don't shut me in a room or I will tear the door off the hinges to get out.

5. I had an operation last year to remove a bunch of fatty growths and a yuggy cyst. Ick.

6. When I was a baby, I got housebroken after only one accident indoors. And they think Sugar's the smart one...

7. When mom first saw me, she thought I was a baby bear cub....I was a little, round black furball!

I've been asked a few times, "Cassie, why don't you keep a dog diary?"

Well, that's pretty simple. Unlike Sugar, I don't get into much trouble anymore (never really did!), and I don't get worked up over stuff like she does. I'm over 90 years old in dog years, and I've come to realize that the best things in life are eating well, getting a lot of sleep, getting a little exercise, getting scratched behind the ears a lot and going for the occasional ride in the car.

It's a good life, being an old dog. You pretty much know what to expect every day, and you get into a nice groove. It's a routine, but it's a good one!